My wings demand flight because the mathematical derivation doesn't solve my derision that I have acquired in my feet a form of mud stuck in the gap between my toe and finger while I was walking carefree stomping loudly And then I think I … Continue reading Aves, not mammals
Time we don't have time they don't have enough time they don't want to give us time because I broke some glasses the hour glass and the sand lost itself in my life. Time we don't have time. they never got time. What did you do to deserve it? Nothing. You broke my glass and … Continue reading I broke an hourglass
I should observe the lilies sprouting, I should observe the light sneaking out of the London clouds, or the kind of sounds the birds make in famous city parks. Instead of untangling the lock from the inside of my brain, I should be looking out. I should smile more, at the sounds of children … Continue reading I should be.. (revised)
I made a hammer out of your words. What did they sound like in my ear? Like a tear in the drum torn apart by the shrill of your voice. I put the hammer just below my throat held strong by my fingers these fingers have grown long from the day you last held … Continue reading The Hammer
He said : "It is all useless, if the last landing place can only be the infernal city, and it is there that, in ever-narrowing circles, the current is drawing us." And Polo said : "The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already … Continue reading Two ways of living
We used to play a game, few hours in a day, to escape the demons and the snakes, those tortured her with knives every night. She'd let me sit on her stomach while I purred on her skin, she'd cracked up wildly. I'd hogged her warmth, snuggled her body, she'd let me hold her. No … Continue reading A full circle
A heaviness fills my heart. Heaviness like water in balloon, my heart -- a water balloon. There are people whom I miss, alive but far, alive but lost, alive but in past, alive but they don't know, that a heaviness fills my heart.
Chucks, Nike, Vans. Slippers, and simple shoes. A grey haired man with blue eyes, biting his nails like a ten year old, all throughout the tube ride. You've got a pretty woman with heels on, swayed a bit under the influence of alchol, sat herself down to sophistication. You've got a guy with a cut … Continue reading Getting back home
I should observe the lilies sprouting, I should observe the light sneaking out of the London clouds, or the kind of sounds the birds make in famous city parks. Instead of untangling the lock from the inside of my brain, I should be looking out.